"Oh yeah. I do get around," Oliver ground out, sure that by now Faelan would have told Potter about their run in and frankly, beyond caring what he must've said. Or so he told himself.
Not that it lessened the sting, or pain, of that whole encounter. Not that he'd show one whit of that to the man before him.
"What? In your perfect world would I be going from pitch to then hide in my flat and never see the light of day? Or, hang on, did I not get the notice that this was Harry Potter Only day at Quality Quidditch?"